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Thursday, June 28, 2007


-longgg.-


























I finally got friendster. Now nobody can say 'BUT WHY' to me whenever they ask. So there.

My book just came. And I'm being published(:

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School is boring the brains out of me, so much so I can actually feel my brain mass disappearing out the window. I get so bored I spend the whole day doodling on my book or doing another subject while the teacher goes on and on. I get so bored I start to act retarded after recess just to see if I still can be normal despite sitting around doing nothing (literally) for five hours, because I am so afraid I am going to turn into my classmates if I don't retain my self-attained, worked-for Bernice-ness.

I drew different emotive faces on the each picture of bread in my F&N text just because I was that bored.

I sit there until flag raising. I sit there until we're sent back to class. I sit there while the teacher rambles on about nothing at all. I sit there while the new vice principal rambles on about knowledge. Oh, what's all this sitting around? It's called school. Nimrods.

The one and only lesson I concentrated in is geography because that is the only lesson in which I learn something, and that I actually understand the teacher.

Shit I hate school so much.

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But if you say that you understand then you're lying,
But if you figure that I'm alright now, I can't deny it,



| so spoken! @ 6:50 PM|

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Sunday, June 24, 2007


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In a bit we will be in school. And I will be in my sad sorry excuse for a class wishing I was somewhere else.


Oops, I accidentally poured gasoline all over and dropped a lighted match, I am so !@#$% sorry.



| so spoken! @ 9:25 PM|

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Friday, June 22, 2007


-whee.-












I'm so high and bored (ever heard of a weirder combination?) right now I'm scaring myself.

I've been listening to the 3 days worth of music I've been missing while being at camp, and now all I want to do is post lyrics after lyrics after lyrics, but since lyrics will bore people.. I'll try to stop myself from doing just that.

-♬-


With you it all fades away
No more words to say
No more you and me
Cause the music left with you

My last serenade, Joey Moe



| so spoken! @ 2:02 PM|

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Did a little switcheroo and magic on the songs on the songs at the sidebar. Now I'm dead beat.



| so spoken! @ 12:22 AM|

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(if radioblogclub had this song on its list, it would be here. but since its not. well. you can always
imagine, cant you?)


We should get jerseys cause we make a great team
But yours would look better than mine, cause you're outta my league
And I know that it's so cliche to tell you that everyday
I spend with you is the new best day of my life
Everyone watching us just turns away with disgust
It's Jealously, they can see that we've got it going on

And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way
To let you know your more to me than what I know how to say
YOu're ok with the way this is going to be
This is going to be thing we've ever seen

If anyone can make me a better person you could
All I gotta say is I musta done something good
I came along one day and you rearranged my life
All I gotta say is I musta done something right
I musta done something right

Maybe I'm just lucky cause it's hard to believe
Believe that somebody like you'd end up with someone like me
And I know that it's so cliche to talk about you this way
But I'll push all my inhibitions aside
It's so very obvious to everyone watching us
That we have got something real good going on

And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way
To let you know your more to me than what I know how to say
You're ok with the way this is going to be
This is going to be thing we've ever seen

If anyone can make me a better person you could
All I gotta say is I musta done something good
I came along one day and you rearranged my life
All I gotta say is I musta done something right
I musta done something right


To the power of Relient K!



| so spoken! @ 12:03 AM|

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Saturday, June 16, 2007


-RANdomness.-




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| so spoken! @ 10:17 PM|

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Friday, June 15, 2007


-temptation-


























I am so, soooo very sorely tempted. Gahh. I cannot have this staring in my face while I attempt my essay. No motivation at all as it is.

It is so easy to just click and spend USD10 on my holiday assignment. But then again I would hate myself for it for the rest of the year. Besides, essays have a certain appeal. More appeal than newspaper reports anyway.



I am never going to finish on time.



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| so spoken! @ 9:09 PM|

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Saturday, June 09, 2007


-whee?-





















Have only two weeks of holidays to go. Oh where did the !@#$% month-long holiday go.


That leaves me with only two weeks for tons of homework and catchup. And everyone knows I have alot of catching up to do if I even want to get back in the game again in the first place, after throwing myself face-down out of it in the middle of sec2. No question about homework. If I don't finish my homework, I get eaten by my teachers, throw half my CA marks down the drain, and I won't be able to live with myself when I get my report card again. End of long sad sorry story.



This is seriously beginning to blow.



-♬-




He said
Two tickets to Iron Maiden baby

Come with me Friday

Don't say maybe






| so spoken! @ 9:03 PM|

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Wednesday, June 06, 2007


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-utters bimbo scream complete with appropriate hand movements and hyperventilates-



| so spoken! @ 6:39 PM|

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